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Nov. 2nd, 2006 10:50 pmWhat a day.
Early in the shift this morning Val came up to me and asked whether I could clear something up. It turned out Amanda #2 had come in today, believing we'd agreed to swap shifts and thus that I should have covered her on Monday. I told the truth, that I hadn't had a swap confirmation sheet back. Kevin and Sue #4 of the clerical team looked through various files and eventually found a shift swap sheet submitted by Amanda back in June - they'd never returned it to us as confirmation; instead, once they'd stamped it to say the swap had been recorded on the roster, the sheet had lain ignored in the Christmas leave file ever since. So while Amanda, who'd requested the swap, remembered it, with no confirmation sheet I'd clean forgotten. While no-one said anything, there was an unspoken understanding that the clerical team had boobed by not giving us the sheets, and no-one held it against Amanda or me - we were both allowed to work - but I felt bad that I hadn't made a note of the swap myself back then, and that I'd let Amanda down.
Then over the course of the shift I got several funny fuckers, starting with an old lady who was a little hard of hearing, but when I enunciated louder and slower, trying to help, she went off on one and called me a "bad mannered person". Two separate people both insisted that they had no ten-minute window at any time, morning, afternoon, or evening, between now and 9pm on Tuesday in which to complete the survey. The last of all was particularly galling, as he'd already taken me past 2.30 and to the point where I'd missed the bus completing the survey for himself. Refusing to do his wife's questions not only meant I had to record it as an incomplete survey, it denied me an extra 15 minutes' pay and left me with more time hanging around waiting for the 3.40 bus. Now that's just dashed unsporting.
Then early this evening my mother, spotting her last two sugared almonds left over from France, said "Let's have one each" and handed me one. It knocked a chunk out of one of my fillings. That's £50 up the Swanee on a new filling once my dentist sees that on Monday. Seems that Mistress Overdraft and I won't be breaking up till after Christmas.
Thank goodness for the bottle of Blandford Fly I'd bought yesterday and Freeview, with Tottenham beating Bruges with three wonder goals, and all the other British clubs also winning.
Early in the shift this morning Val came up to me and asked whether I could clear something up. It turned out Amanda #2 had come in today, believing we'd agreed to swap shifts and thus that I should have covered her on Monday. I told the truth, that I hadn't had a swap confirmation sheet back. Kevin and Sue #4 of the clerical team looked through various files and eventually found a shift swap sheet submitted by Amanda back in June - they'd never returned it to us as confirmation; instead, once they'd stamped it to say the swap had been recorded on the roster, the sheet had lain ignored in the Christmas leave file ever since. So while Amanda, who'd requested the swap, remembered it, with no confirmation sheet I'd clean forgotten. While no-one said anything, there was an unspoken understanding that the clerical team had boobed by not giving us the sheets, and no-one held it against Amanda or me - we were both allowed to work - but I felt bad that I hadn't made a note of the swap myself back then, and that I'd let Amanda down.
Then over the course of the shift I got several funny fuckers, starting with an old lady who was a little hard of hearing, but when I enunciated louder and slower, trying to help, she went off on one and called me a "bad mannered person". Two separate people both insisted that they had no ten-minute window at any time, morning, afternoon, or evening, between now and 9pm on Tuesday in which to complete the survey. The last of all was particularly galling, as he'd already taken me past 2.30 and to the point where I'd missed the bus completing the survey for himself. Refusing to do his wife's questions not only meant I had to record it as an incomplete survey, it denied me an extra 15 minutes' pay and left me with more time hanging around waiting for the 3.40 bus. Now that's just dashed unsporting.
Then early this evening my mother, spotting her last two sugared almonds left over from France, said "Let's have one each" and handed me one. It knocked a chunk out of one of my fillings. That's £50 up the Swanee on a new filling once my dentist sees that on Monday. Seems that Mistress Overdraft and I won't be breaking up till after Christmas.
Thank goodness for the bottle of Blandford Fly I'd bought yesterday and Freeview, with Tottenham beating Bruges with three wonder goals, and all the other British clubs also winning.
